I believed too much in chance, I am poor
But he is no longer what he was
And he who did things so well
it is pitifully crusted
I no longer love what he did to me
This man who ran all around the earth
Always lost, always in the lurch
The old will just have to keep quiet
So I'm taking my life back in hand
I take responsibility, I answer for myself
From now on I choose my path
I want to reap what I sow
And I go where my heart takes me
Relieved of all my noises
Illusions and dead letters
The vanities of all the missteps
and I would only have to push your door
To find everything that awaits me
Little things, joys of all kinds
And the tendernesses that resist time
And here after all my wanderings
After so many turned back paths
The first ones are blooming again res hopes
On the ground of my reality
And if you see me a little worn out
By so many storms and so many storms
In your smile I will find again
The desire to experience new holidays
It was time for me to come back to myself
I had lost the sense of the ephemeral
I understood that I was two fingers away
And I go where my heart takes me
Relieved of all my noises
Illusions and dead letters
The vanities of all the missteps
and I would only have to push your door
To find everything that awaits me
Little things, joys of all kinds
And the tenderness that resists time
And I go where my heart takes me

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